Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.